In the same breath, he’s pressing his finger past the ring of muscle in my ass and bobbing so far on my cock that I feel the back of his throat.
“You’re a fucking expert at this,” I groan.
He rewards my words by swallowing around me while his finger brushes over my prostate, his eyes focused on mine, and I can’t look away from the sight of him breathing around me. It’s enough to push me right over the edge. My fingers thread into his wet hair as I come harder than I ever have. I see stars as I slump against the cool tile. And he continues to suck me like a fucking lollypop.
“Christ, holy fuck, Todd,” I gasp. He finally releases me with a loud pop and grins up at me.
He runs his tongue over his swollen lips, and I suddenlyneed to taste him. For a second, all I can do is stare down at him—chest heaving, the water still pounding against my shoulders, the steam curling around us like it’s trying to hide the world.
He looks wrecked and proud at the same time, a flush rising over his skin, eyes bright with everything we haven’t said yet. I reach for him on instinct, pulling him up, needing him close.
The kiss we fall into is slow but fierce, a promise and a thank you all tangled together. His mouth tastes like water and salt and something that’s entirelyus.
When he breaks away, he rests his forehead against mine, still breathing hard. “You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, my voice gone. “Yeah. I just got a mind blowing blow-job from my boyfriend. I’m better than okay.”
“Shower plans executed successfully then,” he says, lips curling against mine.
I laugh—soft and unsteady but real. “Yeah,” I say. “Ten out of ten. Would do again.”
He smiles, small and soft, and I press another kiss to his soft lips. The tension that’s been living under my skin for weeks finally eases.
We stand there like that, wrapped in heat and steam, hearts still racing but steadying together. I can feel the tremor in his hands where they’re pressed to my ribs, and I cover them with mine.
“Come on,” I whisper after a minute, turning off the water. “Let’s get warm. And then we can take care of your issue.” I glide my hand over his still-hard length and give him a promising stroke.
He catches my hand, a low laugh spilling out of him. “You’re impossible,” he says, but his voice is all warmth.
I grin and pull him closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You love it.”
“Unfortunately, yeah,” he murmurs, and steals another kiss before I can answer.
The air is cooler now, the last of the steam fading into the quiet. I grab a towel, drag it over his shoulders, then pull him against me, drying both of us in clumsy, lazy motions that make him laugh under his breath.
We move toward the bedroom without really deciding to. The only light comes from the hallway, soft and gold, glinting off the water still running down his neck. Every few steps, one of us stops to kiss the other—quick at first, then slower, deeper, until I forget what we were even doing.
By the time we reach the bed, he’s smiling against my mouth, our hands finding each other in that easy, familiar way that says we’re okay. Really okay.
THIRTY-EIGHT
TODD
Logan’s beddips beneath me as I fall back onto it, and he follows me down. He peppers kisses along my throat, to my collarbone, down my chest. I’m pretty sure he has an obsession with kissing—which is probably a good thing, since I’m becoming addicted to the way his lips feel against my skin.
He moves slowly, like he’s relearning me, like every brush of his mouth is a question he already knows the answer to. His stubble drags lightly against my skin, sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with cold.
When our mouths meet again, it’s hungrier. I fist my hand in his damp hair and pull him closer until there’s no space left to fill. He hums against my lips, the sound low and pleased, and I feel it vibrate all the way through my chest.
The kiss steals the rest of the air from the room. When we finally break apart, he stays close, his forehead resting against mine. His heartbeat is fast, matching mine.
“I could do that all day,” he murmurs.
“Dangerous offer,” I whisper. “You might be stuck with me.”
“Good.”
Silence falls between us for a minute, and then he glides his fingers down my chest, over my abs, until he runs them down my happy trail. My dick pulses against my stomach, already begging for attention and attempting to seek it out. But he teases around the area, his smile turning mischievous as he starts to press kisses in the same trail his hand just made.
